I can speak Esperanto like a native.

Listen, someone's screaming in agony- fortunately I speak it fluently

Many people die of thirst but the Irish are born with one.

Australia, Australia, we love you from the heart. The kidneys, the liver & the giblets too. And every other part.

I have got so low that I have asked to be hospitalized and for deep narcosis (sleep). I cannot stand being awake. The pain is too much... Something has happened to me, this vital spark has stopped burning - I go to a dinner table now and I don't say a word, just sit there like a dodo. Normally I am the centre of attention, keeps the conversation going, - so that is depressing in itself. It's like another person taking over, very strange. The most important thing I say is 'good evening' and then I go quiet.

Her mother was a cultivated woman - she was born in a greenhouse

I thought I'd begin by reading a poem by Shakespeare, but then I thought, why should I? He never reads any of mine.